Finally, Akara explained to me about the Worldstone.

Since the discovery of the Worldstone, humans have begun to realize the existence of spatial magic and conduct research on it. Many powerful spatial magics were invented through studying this Worldstone. By the time of Tal Rasha's era, spatial magic had unprecedented development. Unfortunately, shortly after that, all information in this area was destroyed by the crazy retaliation of demonic forces. Only the manufacturing method for this fixed-point magical space teleportation scroll has been passed down.

The location of the Worldstone is inside Harrogath city. In the first world's Worldstone, you can be teleported to Rog Camp in second world but not directly to its own Worldstone there. This is why Rog Camp is called as a base camp for Darkworld.

In second world's Worldstone, you can choose to teleport back to Rog Camp in first world or go forward into third world’s Rog Camp; however no one ever chooses to return back because it would be a shame for any adventurer even if they only stayed briefly after successfully challenging Baal Clone fight and must immediately head towards third-world where every second counts and could save precious lives.

In third-world due interference from demonic powers it becomes impossible to return back so once you step into third-world then unless you drive out these evil forces completely there will never be a chance for returning back again.

However, no one hesitates nor regrets their decision since they are warriors who have experienced countless battles with iron-willed determination carrying hope for entire dark continent...

Akara watched my departing figure quietly: "Hey old man Farah! Don't you get tired keeping yourself invisible?"

There was a tremor in space followed by an appearance of an old white-bearded man who I would recognize instantly - he was none other than that soundproofing wizard I met at bar earlier!

"Ha ha~~I didn't expect you to see through this invisibility skill derived from spatial magic."

The white-bearded man had no sense of guilt and spoke naturally.

"Using immature space spells without permission, aren't you afraid of being swept away by uncontrollable turbulence?"

Akara snorted lightly and was not polite with the old man at all. Not only did she not offer him a seat but also didn’t even let him sit - it was this old man who made her tent so tacky that caused her such embarrassment. Poor Akara's reputation!

"Don't say that, Akara! Even if you don't believe in my ability, you should trust my character. How could we have met with such a small probability?"

Farah, the white-bearded old man sat down unceremoniously and picked up the unfinished Clear Mind Water which someone hadn’t finished drinking yet. He shamelessly said: "Akara, your Clear Mind Water tastes worse now; well then I'll reluctantly help drink it for you so as to prevent other guests from being poisoned!"

"Get out!"

Akara wished she could kick this shameless old man out of the tent immediately.

"To be honest, Akara, why did you tell that young man earlier? Did you discover something?"

Farah suddenly changed his playful expression and spoke seriously. He knew that Akara, who believed in the Great Eye, not only had the ability to see through others' hearts but was also very proficient in prophecy.

"I didn't see or feel anything except for the obvious lies that even a normal person could discern from him. That young man gave me a chaotic feeling," Akara sighed.

"But the Great Eye told me two words."

"Which two words?" Farah's face became serious when he heard about the Great Eye. The prophecies directly given by the Great Eye were never wrong.

"Change."

"Change?"

"Yes, it's him. His appearance will bring change to our war. I don't know if this change is good or bad for us, but according to frontline reports, Hell's army is attacking more fiercely than ever before. We can't get enough reinforcements now and our soldiers are already exhausted. Can there be any worse news? So I'm willing to take a gamble."

Akara opened the canvas door of his tent and looked up at the gloomy sky with his pale eyes.

"I bet on this boy being able to change our current situation and create new hope for us. And he will become a legend..."

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"Achoo!"

On the street outside, I sneezed heavily - was someone thinking about me?

Will I have to do this in future too? After leaving Akara's tent, my heart struggled painfully. While I longed for a peaceful life, thinking of those warriors who fought relentlessly for peace throughout Dark Continent made me feel ashamed of my selfish thoughts; without their efforts how could there be peace? A sense of responsibility like never before weighed heavily on my heart almost suffocating me.

I shouldn't have talked so deeply with Akara after all. I felt like a moth to the flame, drawn into this mess by him.

"Never mind, let's take it one step at a time. We'll deal with future events when they come."

I comforted myself softly but knew that I had already fallen into this quagmire and becoming a righteous hero was almost inevitable. The only hope was for the heroes of the Third World to show their might and defeat Hell's forces before I got bored with leveling up, treasure hunting, and boss killing in RPG mode - then everyone would be happy.

After sorting out my thoughts, I looked around and realized that I had gotten lost...

Although Central Square wasn't very big, it was enough for me as a novice to get confused for a while. What should I do? Ask someone for directions? Everyone around me seemed like job changers who were not approachable so I gave up on that idea; better find my way slowly on my own since being cold-faced or hot-headed is not my style.

Anyway, this square isn't large either; maybe there will be hidden events or endangered senior experts in some secluded corner where treasures such as swords or secret martial arts manuals can be found! My imagination ran wild.

Thinking about all these possibilities made me randomly choose an obscure alleyway and walk down it.

Why did I choose an obscure alleyway? Well... if you don't know why then go read hundreds of traditional martial arts novels along with modern online novels first!

Not long after I started walking, I heard a "ding ding ding" sound in front of me. I was overjoyed and thought that maybe the protagonist mode had really been activated. So, I immediately shook my body and made a boss-like gesture, feeling a majestic aura emanating from my body that filled the entire earth...

Unfortunately, no one saw it. Otherwise, ha-ha, all the little brothers and beauties would scream and rush towards me. That's what I thought proudly while pinching my chin.

Huh?

Why did the sound just disappear? My divine weapon, my divine power!

Coming out of protagonist mode, I realized that the sound had disappeared.

I quickly looked around and easily found a hot gaze shooting through the gap between two houses.

Following her gaze with mine, our eyes met instantly before tightly entwining together as if we had known each other for thousands of years.

Of course, this last sentence was just my own imagination...

She had short golden hair with slightly reddish cheeks exuding an unyielding temperament. Her facial features were straight yet graceful with thin lips that must have looked cool when smiling. Underneath her slender eyebrows were brown pupils which would be described as handsome or cold if they appeared on a man's face.

Unfortunately she was female so all I could use to describe her were heroic beauty or stunning elegance.

Her body was sturdy but not bulky like those muscular types; instead it looked symmetrical and elastic - an attractive figure conveying explosive power within its curves.

From any angle you look at her - whether it is her heroism combined with perfect physique or sharp-featured pretty face - everything about her seems harmonious and flawless especially those bright eyes burning with strength yet carrying faint sadness making them fatally attractive like how men's weathered eyes can attract women while women's sorrowful eyes can evoke men’s pity too.

Therefore although lacking in feminine softness, her appearance was enough to score high points in my heart and even qualify as a wife material! But...

Why? Why did it have to be like this? I was furious.

The woman across the gap was now bending over with a large hammer in her hand. The hammer seemed frozen mid-air as if she had been mesmerized by my gaze

Of course, I'm not stupid enough to really think that I have the charm of a king cobra. In the moment of eruption just now, I had already conquered her, but I still have this self-awareness.

Another point of evidence is the look in her eyes when she looked at me with a hint of pity. It's like when you encounter an old man on the street who has lost his hands and feet and is mentally confused, covered in scabies and foaming at the mouth begging for money. You feel sympathy for him but also fear being infected by some disease.

Of course, whether it's the big hammer or that look in her eyes, they are not important. The biggest point is - she was bending over at this moment!! This almost drove me crazy.

Why, why...why is it that even though he's already crouching and bending down, from my perspective she still looks so tall!!!

If you were to conduct a survey worldwide on the most incompatible reasons between men and women, height would definitely be in the top ten!

Especially when the woman is much taller than the man. Whether it's due to the man's pitiful self-esteem or because of certain positions during intimacy, women who are too much taller are not suitable as partners. This conflict becomes particularly prominent when the woman likes to wear high heels and kiss while doing x.

Therefore, although she is indeed attractive in my eyes, seeing her towering over me like Yao Ming compared to my 1.8-meter body, I am wise enough to remove her from my list of potential wives for a happy married life - unless there's some kind of overnight growth pill that can make me grow taller for ten or eight years.

When I came to my senses, I found her still staring at me.

"If you keep staring at me, I'll...I'll stare back at you!" Oops, wrong line!

So I stared back at her fiercely. To my surprise, it worked immediately. Her tall figure slightly retreated and she shrank her neck in fear. She quickly withdrew her gaze and made some cute dodging movements.

Seeing this, a saying suddenly came to mind: "The tough are afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless are afraid of the clueless!"

Clearly, she belonged to the tough category and was afraid of those who were ruthless. And those who were ruthless had to be wary of the clueless. So there was an obvious gap between us in terms of hierarchy. It wasn't surprising that she was afraid of me! Hoho~

Wait a minute...why am I happy? Being seen as foolish or clueless by others is not good..